“If you say so,” the Cat said, and
then for no reason added, “His name’s  
Bart, by the way.”                     
     “Who? The military guy?”          
     “No, Frankie.”                    
     “Oh, ok, but what else do you know
about this whole military thing?”      
     “Not much really, except that if  
anything out of the ordinary happens,  
like I sneeze or something, they want  
the day and night-crew to record it.   
     “That’s what all those cameras are
for, but the night-crew pretty much    
ignores them. They keep telling Frankie
that all I do is sleep, but I wonder if
he really believes that, because I also
do it all day?”                        
     “Cat’s do tend to sleep a lot, so 
I think you’re safe.”                  
     “Doesn’t matter anyway,” the Cat  
* said, and then continued, “Another       
thing they’re not supposed to do was   
let me out of the cage, but they do it 
anyway.”                               
     That gave her a chance to study   
the computers and figure out how they  
worked.                                
     All that was interesting, but what
I really wanted to know was, “when did 
you realize you could talk?”           
     “It wasn’t right away, because    
everything was just noise at first, but
then one day, I was staring at the     
whiteboard while Frankie was making    
some more of those noises, and then it 
stopped being noise.                   
     “‘S, T, R, A, N, G, E,’ Frankie   
said, while pointing to each letter,   
and then said, ‘AmyStrange’ over and   
over, and everyone looked at me.       



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